
The Approach
The barn door’s open to
birds singing,
and he comes into view,
born out of smooth fog.
The floor’s a chill.
His damp stirs. Rips
the fog, lifts from his heat.
He’s a virus. A panic.
I felt old enough.
I’d just turned twenty.
for dVerse Quadrille #99 and Wordle Words #446: smooth, twenty, sing, view, enough, old, virus, panic, blessings, floor, rip, lift ©️ Misky 2020
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